Giving You The Shirt Off My Back

As if I hadn't spent enough time outside on Friday for the company event, I thought it might be fun to have a picnic with the Whys and Kays on Saturday evening.  Our destination was a large park with huge play structures for the children.  The weather seemed to have cooled off a little so I didn't think it would be too bad.  As we drove up to the picnic rendezvous spot, I spied something with my little eye.  It appeared that Dustin was going to be picnicking with us sans shirt. 

Now I know we all have our little quirks--a few of mine happen to be the smell of Fritos and Cheerios (I seriously feel like I'm going into anaphylactic shock {I'm being a bit dramatic} when I get a whiff of them), maple syrup (I can't stand the stickiness), walking down the pet food aisle at the grocery store (the smell is overwhelming), and grown men in tank tops (only excusable if said grown men are playing basketball).

Not knowing what was going on, I asked the kids not to say anything because I didn't know if Dustin was just feeling hot and felt he had to take his shirt off  to feel cooler because of the weather or if he had misunderstood my invitation and thought I might have said "let's have a redneck picnic" rather than "let's have a picnic."  Of course, as soon as we got out of the car, my unfiltered mouth yells out, "No shirt, no shoes, no service!  Put a shirt on, for heaven's sake, this is West Omaha!" 

I quickly learned that Dusty's nude-i-ness was due to Baby Emm getting sick all over Tim's shirt upon arrival at the picnic.  Being ever so gallant for his lovely bride, Dusty decided to disrobe and literally give his lady the shirt off his back so they could stay for the picnic because her shirt was destroyed.  After a lot of jokes and teasing and even commenting that the players in the nearby soccer match weren't even playing "shirts and skins," Kris decided to take his shirt off too so Dusty wouldn't feel so self-conscious.  At that point we called it a night and bid everyone a fond farewell.  The picnic was officially over.  I'd had more than I could (love) handle(s).

Sorry guys...here it is...